Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder

by Amanda Clover

  "I give up," you say, lowering your head. "I am at your mercy."

  "Give up? You give up?" The goblin takes a cautious step closer. "I no believe. Human trick."

  "Well, I...I'll prove it to you. Tell me to do something and I'll do it." You feel a bit put out being asked to prove you are surrendering.

  "Hmmmmmm," the goblin strokes his chin. "You put mud on milkbubs."

  "On what?"

  He slaps his chest and then points at yours. "Milkbubs!"

  You actually crack a smile at that. You stick your hands down into the cool mud beneath your knees and scoop out the slimy gray-brown soil. You splatter it onto your pale breasts and begin to slowly smear it over your soft mounds, your nipples, and into the valley between them.

  Mud paints your skin up to your throat and shoulders and drips down onto the loincloth. You spread the mud over your heaving chest until it is a smooth and even gray color that glistens in the humid air. The slippery mud isn't gritty at all, more like wet clay from a river, and it feels amazing on your skin.

  "Ohhhh, that so nice," coos the goblin. "Your milkbubs so big and soft."

  He seems entranced by the sight, but he suddenly jerks his comical little knife point back up and points it at you.

  "What else you do for me?" asks the goblin.

  It seems you are going to have to demonstrate your subservience to your new master.

  What do you do?

  Cover your body in mud

  Fuck him with your muddy tits

  Suck him off

  Encounter Thirteen - In Your Mouth

  "I want to taste it," you gasp, sucking on three of your own fingers. "Feed me the milk of your loins. I need... I must have it in my mouth."

  "Oh, princess," moans Ashara. "You would have made such a good succubus."

  "Fuck my mouth," you cry, emboldened by the compliment from the demoness. "Fuck my mouth and fill my throat with your cum!"

  Never had such thoughts entered your head until you knew this demoness. Now you freely give voice to your most depraved desires. It is liberating!

  Ashara presses down on you, rubbing against your pussy as she hammers her cock into your stretched ass. She leans over you, supported by her arms, but with her magnificent breasts dangling against your chest. You lift your head to kiss her and your tongue finds the sweetness of her mouth just as exciting as the first time she kissed you. You reach around her to squeeze her ass and pull her cock deeper into your clenching hole.

  You never imagined being assfucked could feel so amazing. Her cock is huge and it keeps getting bigger, swelling as she thrusts faster and harder into you. No matter that it feels as if she'll split you open, her cock prods another orgasm from deep inside you and she smothers your cries of ecstasy with her kiss.

  She withdraws her cock from your ass without much warning. She does not pull it out violently, but as it pops free of your precum-lubed hole and flops onto your belly, you gasp in shock. The emptiness is terrible and you immediately want it back inside. Ashara, however, is intent on honoring your request.

  "Open your mouth, my slut-princess," she snaps, grabbing hold of her throbbing hardness with a hand tight around the root. She guides her cock to your mouth and you wantonly oval your lips for her. She slams her musky fuckmeat into your mouth, bulling down your tongue and ramming into your tender throat. You gag around her and she does not seem to care, instead driving deeper and deeper. Your neck bulges as her cock plows into your mouth and throat until her balls slap against your chin.

  "GGgggggggk!" you cry, tears spilling from your eyes as you gag around her huge cock.

  Ashara grabs two handfuls of your golden hair and stands before you with her cock burrowed into your spasming throat. She begins to fuck you, roughly, jamming her cock in and out of your throat as your sinuses fill with the sting of bile. You can hardly breathe at all. And, as her cock gives its first throb of release and you feel that first hot pump of her cum into your belly, you hardly car.

  You are in a dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream where the most glorious creature you have ever seen is holding your head and making love to your eager mouth. Your belly swells with the hot wash of her cum and your body reacts as if you have been given a powerful drug. Pain and lust and pure, white ecstasy detach you from reality.

  You are drunk on succubus cum. In your hazy, hallucinatory perception, time loses its meaning, and you are more a witness than a participant in the events you glimpse. Ashara, fucking your mouth and emptying her cock into your belly. Ashara's delicious pussy smothering your face. Her ass on your tongue. Her fingers teasing your clit.

  You kiss her and caress the horns that curl from her forehead. You lick her tail and suck it until a strange liquid gushes into your mouth. Different, but just as delicious as her cum. She reveals her wings to you and her skin turns a deeper shade of purple. She holds your breasts and fucks between them with her inhuman cock until she paints a hot necklace around your throat. You nuzzle her sweet-smelling cock and gratefully suck her to another orgasm.

  At some point, even those moments of pleasure and lust dissolve into a flickering of instants and then a pure whiteness that swallows you up.

  You awaken on your back on Ashara's bed. She is lifting your head up, beckoning you, "Drink."

  You smile and obey her, feeling intense soreness all over as you lift your head. She presses a teacup to your lips and a foul brew spills into your mouth. You choke on the first sip, but Ashara insists you drink more. It is disgusting, but you do not want to disappoint your beautiful lover. She cradles you against her pillowy breast, now wrapped in a silky gown of blue.

  A sense of reality returns and your aches and pains begin to fade.

  "W-what was that?" you ask.

  "Solivus tea. Potent stuff. It should ease your pain and cure any soreness." She strokes a lock of hair from your face. "Not many humans could even survive what I put you through."

  "How long was I... were we...?"

  "Too long," she says, helping you to sit fully upright. "And if my plan is to work, you must be on your way, princess."

  "Whatever you wish," you say. "I made the agreement and I intend to keep it."

  "Good girl," she says, climbing from the bed. You cannot help but admire the hourglass of her figure through the sheer blue gown. "Come along, sweet princess. I will give you the ring that will allow you to call upon me and will prove the undoing of Madreg and Castigoroth both."

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Fifteen - Accept Kjall's Offer

  You look at those huge werewolf cocks and at Kjall's impressive human member. The thought of doing what he has demanded fills you with fear and revulsion, but you see no alternative. Considering everything you have endured to make it this far, a bit more humiliation is something you can survive. You do not want to know what these huge werewolves would do if you refused them.

  "I accept," you say sullenly.

  The hybrids howl with joy and a toothy smile spreads across Kjall's face.

  "Good, bitch," he says and claps you on your shoulder. His hand grips your loincloth and he tears it away from your hips. He holds it up to his nose and smells it before tossing it to the others. They snort and press their snouts into the folds of that dirty garment. Kjall looks at you with those piercing blue eyes and pushes down on your shoulder.

  "On your knees, bitch. It's time to service the pack," he laughs.

  You fall to your knees and look down at your scratched and filthy hands. Just a little more, you tell yourself, and this will be over. You can get out of this dungeon.

  The hybrids close in around you, their cocks stinking of animal fur, rising obscenely from their gray pelts. They fight and snap at each other, deciding which of them will go first.

  "Sven goes," growls Kjall, settling the matter.

  The biggest of the three hybrids does not have the biggest cock, not that it makes his immense, beastly erection any less intimidating. It is nearly as long as your forearm and nearly as th
ick as your wrist. The color is pale pink on the shaft, but darkens to almost crimson at the blunt tip with its canine shape. Hundreds of darker capillaries are visible just beneath the pink surface of Sven's glistening cockmeat. He jerks his hips and slaps his cockflesh against your face. You flinch away and the hybrids yip with laughter.

  There is no avoiding this, you realize. No way around it. You take his foulness in both hands, close your eyes, and begin to lick him. The taste is sour and salty. You open your mouth to him and take his hot, bestial flesh into your mouth and suck. Gods, it is humiliating and revolting. You tighten your lips around him, tracing the inhuman shape of Sven's cock. He thrusts into your mouth, gagging your throat with each stroke.

  The only mercy is that it does not take long. Your slurping, gagging mouth drives the hybrid into a frenzy of thrusting. He grips your head and nearly suffocates you with his pounding cock. Suddenly, it throbs, and your throat is flooded with his hot, salty discharge. You gulp it down, though a good portion overflows your mouth and drips onto your breasts. Sven withdraws his trembling cock and leaves you gasping for air.

  Another werewolf stuffs his cock into your mouth seconds later, giving you little chance to recover. Struggling to breathe, you tighten your grip on his shaft with both hands and use your stroking fists to control his thrusts. Your tongue flicks at his slit. You pop your lips over him and slurp lewdly. Despite your humiliation, you feel a pronounced heat between your thighs. You are enjoying this on some level and there is no denying what your flesh desires.

  The werewolf on the receiving end of your oral attention seems to realize that you are becoming enthusiastic. He stops thrusting and gagging you and lets you rule his rude red fuckpole with your hands. Your slurping mouth bobs on his tip, popping over it and flicking your tongue against his leaking precum. Strands of drool jiggle from your chin as you bob and suck faster and faster. Moaning with lust. With pleasure.

  Hot wolf spunk gushes into your mouth. It flows in a throbbing river across your tongue and you greedily gulp it down, turned on by the animal funk of the wolf and the particular taste of his cum. You even stroke his clenching balls as your mouth milks out every drop.

  The third of the hybrids is soon standing before you, his cock a massive pillar of flesh that burns in your grasp. You lick up and down his shaft before taking his musky meat into your mouth and beginning to suck. This hybrid has the greatest self control, apparently content to watch you work your magic. You press your tits against the underside of his cock and drool all over his hot fuckmeat.

  "Ohhhh yes," you cry, forgetting yourself amid the lust. "Your cock is so delicious."

  You grind your tits against him and slurp on his cock. Your hands tug the twitching length of him until he spews into your face. You hold your mouth open and his white fuckmilk bastes your tongue and fills your mouth. It splatters all over your tits and onto your shoulders. It drips in gooey strands down to your thighs. You close your mouth around him, sucking out the last as he growls with pleasure. You lick him clean.

  Only when the werewolf steps back do you turn your attention back to Kjall. He stands idly stroking his cock, watching you pleasure his furry pack.

  "It's time, bitch," he says. "Put your head down and your ass up. You're going to get fucked."

  You gasp, your mouth still filled with the taste of wolf cock. You drop your head down to the ground, turning your ass to him and raising it up to expose your tender asshole.

  It all happens too quickly for you to stop it. Kjall shifts from human form and into the form of a massive gray-furred direwolf. He mounts you from behind and his straining pink cock finds the tender velvet of your pussy.

  "My ass!" you cry, hoping it was only a mistake.

  It is no mistake. His bestial paws hook around your hips and his cock slams into your virgin channel. Your maidenhead is pierced and pain knifes through you for a moment. You gasp, jerking your head up and looking in horror as the wolf begins to furiously rut into your pussy. The only saving grace is that sucking his companions has you well lubricated.

  Your first lover is a beast. The thought burns through you with shame at the violation of such a taboo. You know you would not have chosen this path, but you offered yourself up to him. Somewhere, in your subconscious, you knew this might happen.

  "Ohhhhhhh!" you cry. "No! Please!"

  The wolf that is Kjall growls savagely and nips at your neck. You yelp as his fangs make contact, but it is a threatening bite, not one meant to hurt. He grips your neck in his jaws and thrusts into your tight pussy in an animal frenzy of lust. Your pleasure rises, despite or perhaps because of the taboo nature of what is happening. You gasp and you hear the mocking laughter of the others in the pack.

  The wolf snarls against your neck and his cock begins to twitch inside you. The first wave of his cum paints your inner walls and floods your fertile womb. The magic of the dungeon overcomes the last of your willpower and you cry out as an orgasm shudders through your body. Your inner muscles grip Kjall's spurting cock and you cry out, "Yesss! Yes! Breed me! Breed me, my love!"

  You adore him. He is your alpha, your king, your prince and mate. You thrust back onto his cock until you feel the bulging of his lupine knot. You force it into your cum-soaked pussy and moan with another orgasm as you are knotted to the beast. He laps at the blood trickling from the superficial wounds on your neck. You cum against him again, squeezing that huge, invading knot until he finally twists and pulls it free with a lewd pop. Wolf cum oozes out of your stuffed pussy.

  You climb beneath his furry haunches and begin to lick and suck his cock, aware but uncaring that the others of the pack are watching your mate's cum drip from your freshly-fucked pussy. You don't care what they think. You belong to Kjall. You are the alpha's bitch.

  CONTINUE >

  Epilogue - Reign of the Demon Queen

  You are unable to look away from the majesty of Ashara as she rides atop the withered lap of Oriodamus. The old spell sage seems to grow smaller with each passing moment as the demoness sucks curling tendrils of lavender smoke from his moaning mouth.

  You reach between your legs and fondle your wetness. The heat and yearning of your body is fueled by the deadly ride of the demoness atop your former teacher. Now he is only a plaything, a morsel for her, and it is all he deserves. He should not have opposed the demon queen.

  "That's it," purrs Ashara. "Cum inside me. Fill me with your pleasure, old fool."

  "Aaaaaahhh!" Oriodamus tightens his grip on Ashara's plump bottom and his cock begins to visibly twitch. She rides her lavender folds up and down his swollen length as he explodes inside her. His milky cum overflows her squeezing quim and yet he doesn't stop. He is cumming, again and again, unable to stop spurting into the demoness.

  You grind against your fingers, plunge them into your clutching tunnel, and fuck the heel of your hand against your clit. You clutch a breast with one hand as you enjoy the demonic doom of your former master.

  "Your defiance is a perfect appetizer for the feast to come," murmurs Ashara as she deftly moves her body and drains every drop of his cum. Your orgasm peaks as you watch the last smoke drift from Oriodamus's withered husk and his soul disappears into the succubus. She rises from him as his body crumbles to ash and returns her attention to you. It only takes a moment for her to clear the distance. Her fingers press between your thighs. Her lips to your lips. Her tongue, so sweet, tasting your orgasm. "Sweet Kirsten, mother of my dominion. You would throw yourself before my enemies. But I would never allow harm to find you."

  You know ecstasy beyond all reasoning in the embrace of the succubus. For a seeming eternity your bodies are intertwined, your mouths locked and your juices mingling. The cathedral echoes with fresh cries of pleasure.

  After you are completely exhausted, Ashara reveals your sisters have lived. You smile at them weakly as they kneel before their new queen.

  "Do not fear me," promises Ashara, strutting before them, "you are my flesh and blood. My aunts, my sister
s. I will see you live in comfort and your captors will be punished."

  She pulls them into a welcoming embrace that becomes almost immediately amorous. Heidi kisses Ashara's soft lips, Jacinda seems drawn to Ashara's shapely bosom and begins to lick and suck at those lavender nipples, and Camilla remains on her knees, bending her lips to kiss Ashara's dainty toes before moving up to the honeyed folds of the demoness's cunt. Though exhausted from your congress with the demon queen, you soon join your sisters in the unholy act of surrender. Ashara's kiss becomes Heidi's. Demonic fingers become familiar. Four sisters and a god to join them intimately.

  It is the last time you spend with your sisters for many months. She sends them off "to be educated" and you know better than to question anything the demoness tells you. Not that doubt is a part of your mind. As soon as you decided to watch her devour Oriodamus, your last connections with your humanity were severed and you devoted yourself fully to the demon queen.

  And what a queen! You watch adoringly as she shrewdly subdues the various factions of Madreg's former army, mostly through seduction and subterfuge. She grows even more powerful by freeing some of the most dangerous creatures from Madreg's dungeon and gaining their loyalty with her unholy lust and beauty. Prisoners and slaves are freed from the cruel yoke of Madreg's oppression and into the liberated new age of Ashara's benevolence.

  Past morality is abandoned. All that matters now is pleasure. Men and women fuck in the streets. It is not uncommon to see beasts involved or the rougher creatures of Madreg's host, now integrated into Ashara's society. Noble functions are no less depraved and you are always invited to attend. Sometimes as Ashara's date. She dresses you in corseted lace and dances with you before her court. Envy burns in the eyes of her suitors, human and inhuman, but while you are in her arms Ashara seems to only see you.

  You see things at Ashara's side that you never could have imagined. A white-scaled dragon mates with the succubus in a moonlit pasture, the bestial sound of their rutting tears at the night sky and you cannot imagine how such a soft beauty could survive being intimate with the giant beast. Kings, princes, and even queens from the southern nations all succumb to Ashara's charms and sometimes you are fortunate enough to join them in the bedding.